Derval O’Rourke, Maria Walsh and Dr Pixie McKenna recall their experiences as teenagers

IF A scent were to evoke the memories of my teenage years it would be a hybrid of Exclamation! perfume and pressed powder by Constance Carroll. The halls of the all-girls secondary school I attended was a milling, teeming mass of teenage girls boasting a heavy slick of Heather Shimmer lipstick and the smacking jaws of too much strawberry-flavoured Hubba Bubba.